Well, I finally got the wife to back off the pure bred Akita and it's attendant costs (a gazillion dracma).
She's agreed to rescue a dog from the pound.
Her: "You know, any dog we get will be mixed."
Me: "You know, any kids we have will be mixed."
I'm good with that.
In other news.
Wonkette was all over this a year ago, but I just happened to catch Mrs. Frances Townsend, Assistant Something or Other for Homeland Security, walking up the stairs to the White House to read over scripts from 24. The scene was constantly looped on CNN.
She's certainly holding for her (unknown) age:
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